One of my favorite treats in those days was ginger ale in the ice chips the nurses gave me – first okayed by my Doctor.
In walk two student nurses and it’s time to take the staples out – all 68 of them (cringe). My mum stayed with me the whole time for which I was very grateful.
A lot of prayers had been lifted up for me and were continuing to be lifted up. While wrestling with my spirituality one day I got a card from one of the families at church which said that they pray for me every night – I was overwhelmed and grateful to these precious children that I decided to remain with the church and not find a new one.
As I continued with my recovery I met the wonderful people from Physical Therapy – my support team in more ways than one. I worked really hard at all the exercises they gave me to do and they always encouraged me. I very much looked forward to their visits even though it was extremely painful at times. Learning to walk again was no easy task but my goal was to walk on my own two feet to the hospital chapel (a distance of more than 500 feet). Easter Sunday arrived and they took the IV tube out – I felt like I had been resurrected.
My next “home away from home” was a rehabilitation center where I learned to walk again and even climb stairs. The greatest joy for me about this center was that one of my dogs was allowed to visit. Cuddles just quietly sat down next to my wheelchair. Seeing him rapidly improved my recovery process.
An urge to attend church struck me one day and I begged the church secretary to give me a ride to church. The psalm for that day described my situation – Psalm 116. In the New Living translation it reads as follows: “I love the Lord because he hears and answers my prayers. Because he bends down and listens, I will pray as long as I have breath. Death had its hands around my throat, the terrors of the grave overtook me. I saw only trouble and sorrow. Then I called on the name of the Lord, Please Lord, save me! How kind the Lord is! How good he is! So merciful, this God of ours! The Lord protects those of childlike faith…”
Back in the nursing home I had a dream where I was walking. Several other people passed me. Up ahead there was a very steep hill that I had to climb. I prayed for help and felt the hand of Jesus on my shoulder. He quietly said that he could help me. The next day I could still feel his presence.